When I tell other parents that I drive an hour each way to take my son, Henry, to school, most think I’m crazy. But most don’t have a child with a learning disability. If they did, they would realize that an hour drive is a small price to pay to watch a child whose self-esteem was in tatters, not only thrive emotionally but also excel academically.
Most people—educators included—don’t grasp what it means to have a learning disability. Henry’s third grade teacher certainly didn’t. She was quick to tell me that my son was lazy and disengaged.